30. Rosalyn

THIRTY

ROSALYN

I can't stop looking at him.

He's so… magnetic.

Handsome. Tempting. Built.

The kind of man that makes you want to break the rules. No matter how dangerous the consequences might be.

His eyes meet mine, and I look away.

I can't believe I cried when I talked to him.

Crying is literally the last thing I want anyone to see me do. But my emotions got the best of me.

That night, when I first saw him on TV, it broke a part of me.

And to talk about it, in front of the man himself…

When he brushed my tears away…

It was gentle. Intimate.

And it healed a part of me.

Then he asked about the marshmallow…

Nathan figuring out my obsession with the little sweets should have been mortifying.

But he made it sexy.

And he looked at me like he wanted to devour me next .

And I don't know what to do with that.

Don't know what to do about Nathan, period.

My eyes lift on their own, back to him . Except he isn't standing across the yard anymore.

He's walking away.